![]() ![]() They were that much closer to going in, and though she'd thought of little else since waking up, the realization continued to come as a kind of shock. She slipped on her high tops and laced them quickly, feeling her anxiety level jump a notch. Rebecca heard the front door open and close, new voices floating through the living room. She woke just before ten, took a shower and had been waiting nervously when David knocked at her door. David had rented a car at the airport, and in the early hours of the morning, they'd found a cheap motel and stag- gered into their separate rooms, Rebecca too ex- hausted to do more than take off her shoes before crawling into bed. Rebecca sat on the edge of the toilet and cuffed the overlong pants around her ankles, relieved to be out of her old clothes and feeling surprisingly clear- headed after a night of broken sleep. Karen had been welcoming enough, even friendly in a brusque way. ![]() Rebecca immediately felt guilty for thinking it. Scratch a forensics scientist, find an obsessive-compulsive. Even her bathroom seemed to reflect her personality the white walls were lined with shelves, each neatly organized according to purpose. The clothes she'd picked out for Rebecca were utilitarian and perfectly folded: a dark green T-shirt and crisp matching pants, black cotton socks and underwear. Her small home was spotlessly kept and almost antiseptically clean. Karen driver was a tall, lanky woman in her early thirties, with short blond hair and a serious, businesslike demeanor. ![]()
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